In a building that symbolized power in Los Angeles.
In an office.
"Mr. Newman, listen to me. He's going too far. You have to personally tell him who the boss is!"
"That kid really doesn't know how much power you own..."
"..."
"Mr. Bleddy, please calm down. I'm already gathering a team. We'll be there soon."
"You must hurry over!"
The line was cut off.
Reuben hung up the phone and sighed deeply. He closed his eyes and held his forehead in deep thought.
Prosper Chamber of Commerce...
How could it...?
Gosh!
They caused too many problems!
Previously, they owed the salaries to farmers.
Now, they pushed too much pressure that the victims came up for complaining. Things had been settled by me immediately.
Did they really think that I was so idle every day?
Suddenly...
A series of rapid knocks sounded on the door.
"Knock, knock."